Monday, January 3, 2011

15 years

This is going to go up very late on January 3rd but better late than never. Today is my oldest son’s birthday. Bailey Joseph is 15 years old. Wow, hard to believe it has been that long.

My pregnancy with him was my first unexpected blessing. I had just graduated from high school when I started a new job at Wal-Mart and was excitedly waiting to start school in July. I was to work as a cashier and during my training shift the chickie I was working with warned me that her and several other cashiers were just getting over a stomach bug. Sure enough, within a few days I was sick, only mine stuck around. After about two weeks of feeling quite green and not being able to keep much down, it was a question from and older lady that went through my check-out lane that tipped me off. The next morning I had a positive home test and I was terrified, thrilled and shocked. My families reactions varied but for the most part was better then I expected.

I ended up being very ill for about a month and lost 15lbs, which left my 5ft 9in frame down to 130lbs at about 3 months pregnant. I ended up bouncing around with my first husband and seen at 3 different OB clinics all of which got all worked up about the fact that I wasn’t gaining weight fast enough even though by 6 months I had evened back out at my original starting weight of 145lbs they refused to count those 15lbs as a gain and at every visit I was told I needed to eat more and gain more. By the end I was up to 180 after stuffing my mouth all day every day.

Anyway, at 32 weeks I started with preterm labor which was stopped with meds and again at 34 weeks. Then at 12:10am on the night of Jan 2nd or early morning on Jan 3rd my water broke. I was at the hospital around 2am with no contractions and they started Pit about 4am. Bailey was born just after 11am, weighing 6lbs 8oz 21in long. The nurses were amazed at his size and all told me he would have been 10lbs if he had waited till his due date. He received 9s on his APGARS and went home with me at discharge.

I did not get any hospital nursery pictures of him but will try to scan the first professional pictures. On his due date I was back in Missouri living with my parents and he and I headed with my mom into town to a WIC appt and to get pictures of him. WIC weighed him at 10lbs 1oz. My chunky, grumpy little man was always hungry and gave us the cutest little mad faces even though he rarely fussed.

I have to scan that first picture as it is still my favorite of him.

1 comment:

sara said...

I love a chunky baby!!